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Page 244 - Signed sealed published and declared by the above named John Anderson to be his last will and testament in the presence of us...
Page 244 - I hereby appoint sole executrix of this my last will and testament ; hereby revoking all former wills by me made.
Page 78 - If now you choose to follow the fortunes of your yellow son, and to live with our people, I will cherish your old age with plenty of venison, and you shall live easy. But if it is your choice to return to your fields, and live with your white children, I will send a party of my trusty young men to conduct you back in safety. I respect you, my father. You have been friendly to Indians : they are your friends.,"* The old gentleman, however, had sown his wild oats.
Page 78 - My name is John O'Bail, commonly called Cornplanter. I am your son ! You are my father ! You are now my prisoner, and subject to the customs of Indian warfare. But you shall not be harmed. You need not fear. I am a warrior ! Many are the scalps which I have taken ! many prisoners I have tortured to death ! I am your son.
Page 37 - Though he fell on the field of the slain, with glory he fell, and his spirit went up to the land of his fathers in war! Then why do we mourn? With transports of joy they received him, and fed him, and clothed him, and welcomed him there! Oh friends, he is happy; then dry up your tears! His spirit has seen our distress, and sent us a helper whom with pleasure we greet. Dickewamis has come: then let us receive her with joy! She is handsome and pleasant! Oh! she is our sister, and gladly we welcome...
Page 281 - Nov. 29th, 1823. To which is added, An Appendix, containing an account of the tragedy at the Devil's Hole, in 1763, and of Sullivan's Expedition; the Traditions, Manners, Customs, &c., of the Indians, as believed and practised at the present day, and since Mrs. Jemison's captivity; together with some Anecdotes, and other entertaining matter. By James E. Seaver. Canandaigua : Printed by JD Bemis and Co. 1824.
Page 38 - I arrived there, in order to receive a prisoner or an enemy's scalp, to supply their loss. It is a custom of the Indians, when one of their number is slain or taken prisoner in battle, to give to the nearest relative to the dead or absent, a prisoner, if they have chanced to take one, and if not, to give him the scalp of an enemy. On the return of the Indians from conquest, which is always announced by peculiar shoutings, demonstrations of joy, and the exhibition of some trophy of victory, the mourners...
Page 419 - ... the fort, and in and out of the long house, where they held their councils, the women standing together as the men danced by them ; and as any of the women liked a man passing by, she stepped in and joined in the dance, taking hold of the man's stroud, whom she choose and then continued in...
Page 71 - When those rebels had drove us from the fields of our fathers to seek out new homes, it was you who could dare to step forth as their pilot, and conduct them even to the doors of our wigwams, to butcher our children and put us to death! No crime can be greater! - But though you have merited death and shall die on this spot, my hands shall not be stained in James E. Seaver the blood of a brother! Who will strike?